This is one of my "houswife and sex" stories. If this sort of thing offends you please don't read.

An unhappy crossdresser answers and advert for a man looking for a "special" wife.

I arrived at his house and pulled into his driveway. My 20 year old Ford Focus looks very shabby next to the Mercedes and the Tesla on the large gravel drive. The house is huge and screams money. My stomach doing back flips just thinking about what may happen.

I have been dressing for years. I always felt I should have been female and dressed whenever I could. I tried to stop when I married, but when my wife caught me that was the end. She just wouldn’t talk about it. She called it “my problem” , and said I was “sick in the head”. I knew it would come to dressing and expressing my inner self or my marriage. She made up my mind for me and filed for divorce.

She kept the house and I was left renting a rundown bedsit. I had very little money as she was the main earner in our relationship. I just worked as a delivery driver. Living on my own did let me indulged my passion. I spent every moment alone at home as Jenny.

I had only ever had the courage to venture out to post a letter at midnight when there was no one about. I had gotten reasonably good at makeup, but I was still so scared of being read. I had recently started to go on TV/CD dating sites. I had one meeting with a guy that wanted me to visit his house but the idea of driving as Jenny terrified me.

The reason I plucked up the courage and I was sitting outside this large detached house was because of an advert on one of the contact sites I used. I had had two meetings so far. They were very disappointing. Both guys seemed to think I was just a prostitute there for their use.

Special girl sought by well off guy to share his life.

You will be required to live full time as a live in girlfriend/wife. You will be expected to look after me and our love nest. This is not a game. You will become the woman you always wanted to be.
Only serious applicants will be seen.

My heart had stopped when I read that. I hated my male life and my job. The only time I was truly happy was the time spent as Kirsty. That was always spoiled by knowing I had to go back to being Ken the next day
I had exchanged emails and pictures with him. After a few weeks he said that I was the one he had chosen to meet. I made me feel special. It made me feel wanted. That was a feeling that I had rarely felt in my life. That was what made me overcome my nerves.

I took so much care dressing. I squeezed into a a black basque with red lace trim. The excess flesh on my chest had always been an embarrassment as a man, but I loved the way it filled a bra. It actually gave me a cleavage. I wore my best knickers. Black silk with lace panels at the sides. I was tucked back giving the illusion of femininity. Black lace top stockings completed my underwear.

I knew what he liked and went for a well dressed “wifey” look. A dark blue ruffled blouse paired with a black knee length skirt and 3 inch heeled court shoes. I got out of my small car careful not to get my heels caught in the gravel driveway. My heart was thumping so hard in my chest as I rang the door bell. This meeting could change my whole life. The whole way I live my life and the way the world saw me.

When the door opened I saw how tall Max truly was. Even in my heels he was 3 or 4 inches taller than me. He had a broad chest and muscular shoulders. He was everything I wasn’t, a real man. I felt so feminine at that moment. The smell of my perfume, the taste of my lipstick, the slight breeze gently rippling my skirt against my nylon clad legs.

He looked down at men and with a confident smile said.

“So we meet at last Kirsty. Please do come in. “

He took me by the hand and led me into the hallway. It was an amazing house. The furniture and carpets look very expensive. As he helped me out of my coat I realized that no one had ever done this for me. No one helps men take off their coats.

“Please go through to the living room and take a seat. I will get you a drink.”

He never asked what I wanted. He just assumed I would drink whatever he gave me. A very confident man. The living room was bigger than my entire flat. I found a comfortable leather armchair opposite a sofa and sat carefully smoothing my skirt under me.

Max appeared moment later carrying a tray with two glasses of champagne and a single rose.He gave me the rose and a glass.

“A beautiful rose for a beautiful lady.”

My breath caught in my throat. I was going into feminine overload. I had craved to feel like a women all my life. Now I was getting a full experience. I gulped and looked up at him. My eyes misted up, my voice trembling.

“Thank you Max. Thank you so much.”

“Hey Kirsty, whats wrong?”

He took both items from my hands and lifted me up and hugged me. He smelled so masculine. A very expensive aftershave no doubt. As he pulled me into his chest I felt safe and calm.

“It’s alright my dear. You will be just fine. If this all goes well I will take care of everything. You will only need to worry about being the best woman you can be.”

I wanted that hug to last forever. It had been so long since anyone wanted me. So long since anyone cared. He led me over to the sofa and we sat down together. We drank more champagne and we told each other our life stories.

Max had always known he was gay. He had married and had two children that have both moved in the USA to be with their mother after he divorced her. He explained he had always admired feminine men. He had met a few, but none wanted what he wanted. He wanted to fall in love with a feminine man that would give up his life as a man and live as his wife. He wanted love, not just sex.

None of his potential partners wanted to make the commitment he needed. He knew that his business may suffer if anyone found he was living with what they would probably call a “tranny”.

He told me he wanted to be with a woman. A woman with a a little extra. I certainly fit the bill.. Then out of the blue he asked.

“Are you a sissy?”

I was taken aback. It was one of my pet hates that anyone that is trans or crossdresses is a sissy. I had talked to a few over the years and I knew I was definitely not a sissy. I couldn’t help myself and launched into an explanation.

“Where do I start? The sissies I have talked to seem to like humiliation. Many wear women’s clothes to some degree as they see being a woman is humiliating. I certainly do NOT.”

I almost shouted that last word.

“I have nothing against anyone that enjoys that, but I admire women. I always have. Their pleasantness, their poise, their clothes, and everything about them. I want to be one or get as close as I can to being one. I don’t see being a woman as humiliating, in fact, I see it as an improvement. If you just want someone to boss about and belittle you can....”

I stopped in mid rant as he held my face in both hands and smiled.

“There she is. There’s the woman I want. I want someone who will come on a journey with me. I want someone who really wants to be everything a women should be.”

This what I wanted too, But he was asking for a big commitment.

“What do you think a women should be then Max? Give me an idea of what you are looking for.”

“Well Kirsty, I want someone who dresses like a women. Who enjoys being a woman. You certainly dress in clothes I find attractive. Women today always seem to be wearing trousers. It’s as if they hate their own femininity. It’s like it is a weakness. I suppose with some bad men it is. Your choice in clothes is perfect. I find you very attractive.”

I started to regret my rant. It was because one of the few meetings I had was with a guy that kept calling me a sissy and wanted to spank me until I cried. That never ended well.

“I’m sorry I got upset Max.”

“Oh, Kirtsy, you are wonderful. I have a little gift for you if I may.”

He lifted me to my feet and took a box out of his pocket. Inside was a gold locket on a chain. He moved behind me and gently lifted my hair as he placed it around my neck. His finger lingered at my neck below right ear. He stroked me slowly.

I caught sight of him putting the necklace on me in the large mirror at the end of the room. It was such a feminine thing to see happen to myself. I had seen this happen in movies to leading ladies. I had always wondered how it felt. His fingers found an erogenous zone I never knew I had. He caressed my neck and I closed my eyes and sighed. This felt amazing. He softly kissed my neck and I felt myself hardening.

“You don’t mind doing that do you my dear? You have such a beautiful neck, I just couldn’t help myself”

“No Max. Thank you for a wonderful new experience.”

We sat and I asked him what he was looking for in a partner.

“I like the male body, but I like femininity. I love the idea of women, but it seems nowadays women don’t. They don’t seem to enjoy being women. They way women were in the 1950’s was the peek of the feminine womanhood. Today’s women seem to live and die in trousers. Do you ever wear trousers?”

“Only when I am working. As soon as I get home I change into a dress or a skirt. I love the feeling of freedom it gives me. I don’t understand why most women don’t appreciate skirts and dresses more. Although trousers can be more practical I suppose. Also if you can always wear a skirt it would they would not feel that it is anything special like I do.”

He smiled at me and rested his hand on my stocking covered knee. I felt a jolt of electricity go through me. He was treating me like a man would treat a woman. No one had done this to me before. I was loving it. He rubbed my knee and it felt so erotic. How can a knee feel erotic?

“if you come to live with me Kirsty you must agree to never wear trousers. Trousers are for men. You are not a man. You are a woman. I would treat you with the respect a woman deserves, I would ask your opinion on things, but I would make all the important decisions. I would never humiliate you. I don’t want that. I don’t want a sissy. I want a woman who is feminine in almost every way. Do you think you could live like that?”

I was tired. So very tired of living as a man. So tired of trying to be a success. I just wanted someone to love me and take care of me. What he was offering seemed perfect.

“What else do you expect from your partner Max. How would I work as a woman? I am not confident enough to go out and get a job as Kirsty. “

“You wouldn’t. You would live here as my live in lover and partner. You would keep house and cook and clean. Essentially you would be a housewife.”

I closed my eyes and shuddered. Just the word Housewife drove me wild with desire for him. It was my fantasy to be a housewife. Now it could come true. As he said it his hand had reached the flesh between my lace topped stockings and my knickers.

He was smiling at me like a predator who new he had cornered his prey.

“Would you like that Kirsty? Being a pretty, perfumed housewife? Dressed in a lovely dress and heels waiting for her man to come home. I would buy you all the clothes you need you know. Any thing you desire. You need not worry about work, cars, paying tax or bills . Just being pretty feminine and keeping house. Could you put up with that?”

I wanted to scream yes as the top of my voice, but I tried to find the negatives as this was a life altering decision. Giving up my manhood, even though it was something I’d never wanted.

“I’m not sure I can pass as a woman Max. I want to, but I don’t know”

“I would pay for any surgery you want. Breast implants, vocal cord surgery, nose cheeks or chin. Only if you feel you need them. I think you are fine as you are. You will get more confident as you live your life as a woman I’m sure. I do expect you to have women’s pursuits. Read women’s magazines, romance novels, knit, sew and crochet. You need to live as other women do to relate to the way they live. Immerse yourself. I will treat you like a woman, you will live like a women and you will then think like a woman.”

“How much surgery do you expect me to get? I’m not sure I’m comfortable with full surgery.”

“Oh you misunderstand dear . Any surgery is your choice. I will never force anything on you. I certainly never want you to have bottom surgery. That would be a deal breaker”

I was so relieved to hear that. He had sounded like a control freak. I wanted this so much but still need some assurances.

“How will this finish Max. How do I know you won’t just have your fun and dump me and move on to your next project.”

“I would want you to close all you bank accounts and sell everything you own. Shut down your male life compleatly. You can change your name by deed pole. Then see a private doctor at my expense and apply for a gender recognition certificate. This may take a few years, but when it is confirmed we will marry. You will officially be my wife and I will sign a prenuptial agreement agreeing to give you a quarter of my wealth if we divorce.”

He really did want to commit to me, to Kirsty. It was like all my Christmases had come at once. I leaned in and kissed him. My hand reached down and grasped his hard cock through his trousers.

“Oh, I take it you are interested then?”

His hands gripped my buttocks and pulled me towards him. Our tongues danced in each others mouths. I was overcome with lust. I had never felt like this before. I wanted him. I wanted to please him.
I pushed away and got on my knees between his legs. I unzipped his fly and his cock sprang out. I looked up into his eyes as my mouth slowly enveloped the head. He groaned and threw his head back. I worked my mouth up and down his shaft as my tongue caressed the underside. My right hand tickled his balls with my pink nails.
He stopped me after a few moments and lifted me to my feet.

“Thank you my love. This is not all about me. It’s about your pleasure too.”

The other two men I had been with did not care about me. I was there for their use. I didn’t know what to expect. He lifted me on to the large oak table at the far end of the room and said.

“Be a good girl and lie back. Max with look after you. Close your eyes and I’ll be right back.”

My stomach and my loins felt like they were fluttering. I wasn’t sure if was nerves or anticipation.
I felt my skirt being lifted. The cool air caressed my exposed thighs.

“What wonderful knickers you are wearing Kirsty. Black silk and lace!”

He carefully traced the outline of my growing cock. It felt so bloody good. No one had touched it for so long. He gripped it softly through the silk and lace and massaged me with my own knickers.

“Do you like wearing nice silky frilly knickers Kirsty? If you come and live with me I’ll insist on it. I will buy you so many pairs of knickers you can wear a different pair every day of the month. You will wear sexy underwear, stockings and soft lingerie. All in satin, silk and lace. Only the best for my wife.”

Oh the thought of draws full of lingerie that I would be expected to wear every day was pushing me over the edge. Then I felt it, a well greased finger slid slowly into me. I gasped in surprise but enjoyed the intrusion .Then I felt my knickers being pulled down at the front. My small cock felt cold for a few seconds. Almost immediately his soft mouth enveloped it.

The sensations I felt were overloading me. It felt incredible. His fingers sliding in and out of me as he sucked on me. I came like I have never done before. It only took a few seconds.

“Oh my god Max that was amazing.”

“We’re not finished yet love. That was just a warm up.”

I sat up and saw him putting lube on his cock. I knew what came next. I had practiced with toys at home. I knew I could take it, but I was still worried. I really didn’t want to disappoint him.

“Er.. Max. I don’t know how to tell you.. It’s just that I have never done this before.”

“That’s wonderful Kirsty. A husband should be the one to take his wife’s virginity. “

He lowered my knickers down to my shoes and I kicked them off. He eased my bottom to the end of the table. He slowly pushed into me. I gasped as I felt it pierce me. Then inch by inch he filled me.

“Oh Max. It feels wonderful. Warm, hard and real. “

“Be my wife and this will happen every day, Could you handle that?”

“Oh yes.. YES!”

He pushed me back and started to take long strokes into me. The he grasped my cock which had hardened when he entered me.

“Does that feel good love? Eh?”

“Oh yes. It feels like I’m becoming a woman.”

“That’s because you are my love. I’m fucking the man out of you. I’m fucking you into womanhood.”

He was right. How could I ever be a man after this? I never wanted to be in the first place. This felt so right. I wanted this. I wanted everything he was offering. He picked up the pace. It was so nice to be made love too. To let someone pleasure me.

"So, Kirsty do you want to come to live with me? Give up your manhood for the rest of your life? Embrace womanhood and most of all be my wife?

I felt him explode inside me. It drove me to my second, more intense orgasm. I shuddered and saw stars. I gasped

“YES! YES! YES!”